Reasons to be cheerful: Right now

I miss Ian Dury like something I don’t have a clever similie for. Never mind a rhyme, which he would have done. I often stand in front of a problem or a situation and think ‘What would Ian think?’ Not that I’m like him. But I am. Not that I ever met him. But I […]

Madmen, drummers, bummers, and Indians in the summer

Writing about Probe Records the other day reminded me of this earlier experience. It’s 1973, I’m 19 years old, working in a Liverpool City Council housing office before starting at the University in the autumn, and I’m about to have a very good day. A day I remember large bits of very clearly, even now. […]